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Tally Man, standin' on a band stand, band standin' bendin' and bangin' them strings.
Eye candy shakin' on a dance floor, sayin' "Play me one more," makin' a scene.
Cowboy camped on a bar stool, shootin' double whiskey with a longneck back,
yeah Billy with a pool cue starring down an eight ball, lookin' at Kaely with the rack.
[CHORUS]
Out in the country, back roads and one horse towns.
We saw fiddles, play our guitars loud.
We talk the talk, and walk the walk
to the Honky Tonk Stomp.
Yeah...Pickups in the parking lot, rockin' like a juke box jumpin' in the July air.
Cooler in the tool box, drinkin' every last drop...won't let ya take it in there.
Whiskey high, two dudes stumblin' out the back door. Bouncers help 'em take it outside.
Through the fussin' and the cussin', & the shovin' and the pushin'...well, it really ain't much of a fight.
[CHORUS] x2
Out in the country, back roads and one horse towns.
We saw fiddles, play our guitars loud.
We talk the talk and walk the walk
to the Honky Tonk Stomp.
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(Don Cook, Ronnie Dunn, Kix Brooks)
Chorus:
I saw the light
I've been baptised
By the fire in your touch
And the flame in your eyes
I'm born to love again
I'm a brand new man
Well the whole town's talking
'Bout the line I'm walking
That leads right to your door
Oh how I used to roam
I was a rolling stone
I used to have a wild side
They say a country-mile-wide
I'd burn those beer joints
down
That's all changed now
You turned my life around
Repeat Chorus
I used to love 'em and leave
'em
I'd brag about my freedom
How no one could tie me
down
Then I met you
Now my heart beats true
Baby you and me together
Feels more like forever
Than anything I've ever
known
We're right on track
I ain't looking back
Repeat Chorus 3 times
I'm born to love again
I'm a brand new man
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(T.Shapiro/R.Rutherford)
Once I thought that love was something I could never do
Never knew that I could feel this much
But this yearning in the deep part of my heart for you
Is more than a reaction to your touch
It's a perfect passion and I can't get enough
The way you look, the way you laugh,
The way you love with all you have,
There ain't nothing bout you that don't do something for me
The way you kiss, The way you cry,
The way you move when you walk by
There's ain't nothing bout you (there ain't nothing bout you)
That don't do something for me
In my life I've been hammered by some heavy blows
That never knocked me off my feet
All you gotta do is smile at me and down I go
And baby it's no mystery why I surrender
Girl you got everything
The way you look, the way you laugh,
The way you love with all you have,
There ain't nothing bout you that don't do something for me
The way you kiss, The way you cry,
The way you move when you walk by
There's ain't nothing bout you (there ain't nothing bout you)
That don't do something for me
I love your attitude, your rose tattoo, your every thought
Your smile, you lips and girl the list goes on and on and on
The way you look, the way you laugh,
The way you love with all you have,
There ain't nothing bout you that don't do something for me
The way you kiss, The way you cry,
The way you move when you walk by
There's ain't nothing bout you (there ain't nothing bout you)
That don't do something for me
The way you look, the way you laugh,
The way you love with all you have,
Your dance, your drive, You make me feel alive
The way you talk, the way you tease
Right now I think you see
There ain't nothing bout you that don't do something for me
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Well,Up in the backwoods down in the holler
old boy feeding like a dog on a colla
Keep that chain hold tight
waiting on saturday night
Put on my smell good
Put on Skynyrd
Head into town like a nascar winner
cruisin back and forth to the tasty freeze
everywhere you look all you see is
Hillbilly Deluxe,Slick pick up Trucks
Big Timing in a small town
stirring it up right about sundown
Black,Denim and Crom to the bone
With a little homebrawl
Country Girl Cuddle Up
Hillbilly deluxe
Couple Kids, Sweet thing driving a fast bash
Shooter McCoon smile
Hoping that they smile back
Hey baby whats your name?
Burn a little rubber when the red light change
Here come the blue light
Here come bonnie
Hot on the bill Y'all
lets move the party
Gotta go but thats alright
Do it all again next friday night
Hillbilly Deluxe,Slick pick up Trucks
Big Timing in a small town
stirring it up right about sundown
Black,Denim and Crom to the bone
With a little homebrawl
Country Girl Cuddle Up
Hillbilly deluxe
(repeat Chorus)
Hillbilly Deluxe
Hillbilly Deluxe
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(Shawn Camp/John Scott Sherrill)
I keep thinkin' any minute you'll be comin' home honey
I aint seen nothin' of you in a month of Sundays
Tell me how long gone are you gonna be
All you said was you had to get goin'
Oh but baby I wouldnt mind knowin' just
How long gone are you gonna be
How am I supposed to make any plans
When I still dont even understand
If you're ever gonna come back home to me
How long gone are you gonna be
Maybe I didnt pay enough attention
But I do believe you forgot to mention
Just how long gone are you gonna be
The phone aint ringin', cause you still aint callin'
I aint been hearin' your footsteps fallin'
Tell me how long gone are you gonna be
How am I supposed to make any plans
When I still dont even understand
If you're ever gonna come back home to me
Tell me please
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(Ronnie Dunn)
She's dressed to kill in a dress he bought her
She wouldn't care if he walked in and caught her
She's come to dance a dance or two
And do no tellin' what by the time the night is through
She found out the hard way about him
She's out to find out how she'll do without him
Her hands are shakin', her heart's pounding
By the way she's drinking his memory's drowin'
Chorus:
She's not the cheatin' kind
She's been cheated one too many times
Oh, she's never fooled around
'Cause he's still lyin' she's through cryin'
She's not foolin' now
She walks by and every head turns
You can see how hot her fire burns
He didn't know what a good thing he had
It's too late and that's too bad
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(Ronnie Dunn/Tommy Lee James)
A man this lonely
A man this blue
A man whose world's been torn in two
Needs somebody
With a heart that's true
A man this lonely needs a woman like you
Two arms this empty
Need someone to hold
A man this lost needs somewhere to go
When the nights go on forever
And the days do too
A man this lonely needs a woman like you
I'd lost hope
I was so far down
Here you come turning all that around
I'd come to think
Of love as a lie
All that's on my mind now
Is you by my side
A man this lonely
A man this blue
A man whose world's been torn in two
Needs somebody
With a heart that's true
A man this lonely needs a woman like you
A man this lonely needs a woman like you
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(Bill LaBounty/Steve O'Brien)
She's got a T-Top Camaro with a scoop on the hood
And two big speakers blasting Johnny B. Goode
Looking so sweet it oughta be a crime
She plays with my heart and messes with my mind
Acts like Madonna but she listens to Merle
Rock my world little Country girl
She wears snakeskin boots made by Calvin Klein
And cheap sunglasses from the five and dime
All the other girls in school they give her dirty looks
She got an "A" in math and never cracked a book
Sure looks good in her denim and pearls
Rock my world little Country girl
Chorus:
Rock my world
Drag me out on the floor
Dance with me till I can't dance anymore
One-step, two-step, get in a line
I gotta find a way to make you mine
I tell her that I love her but it ain't enough
She says I got to learn to loosen up
Get a little wild on Saturday night
But make sure she's home before the mornin' light
Sunday she's all ribbons and curls
Rock my world little Country girl
(Repeat chorus)
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(Kix Brooks/Ronnie Dunn)
I was raised off of old Route 3
Out past where the blacktop ends
We walked to church on Sunday morning
Race barefoot back to the Johnson's fence
That's where I first saw Mary
On that roadside pickin' blackberries
That summer I turned a corner in my soul
Down that red dirt road
It's where I drank my first beer
It's where I found Jesus
Where I wrecked my first car
I tore it all to pieces
I learned the path to heaven is full of sinners and believers
Learned that happiness on earth ain't just for high achievers
I've learned I've come to know
There's life at both ends
Of that red dirt road
Her daddy didn't like me much
With my shackled up GTO
I'd sneak out in the middle of the night
Throw rocks at her bedroom window
We'd turn out the headlights
Drive by the moonlight
Talk about what the future might hold
Down a red dirt road
I went out into the world, and I came back in
I lost Mary, oh I got her back again
And driving home tonight feels like I've found a long lost friend
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(Paul Brady/Ronan Keating)
I know they say if you love somebody
You should set them free
But it sure is hard to do
It sure is hard to do
I know they say if you don't come back again
Then it's meant to be (so they say)
Those words don't pull me through
Cause I'm still in love with you
I spend each day here waiting for a miracle
But it's just you and me goin' through the mill
climbin' up a hill
CHORUS
This is the long goodbye
Somebody tell me why
Two lovers in love can't make it
Just what kind of love keeps breaking a heart
No matter how hard I try
I always make you cry
Come on, baby, it's over¡let's face it
All that's happening here is a long goodbye
Sometimes I ask my heart did we really
Give our love a chance (just one more chance)
But I know without a doubt
We turned it inside out
And if we walked away
It would make more sense
But it tears me up inside
Just to think we could still try
How long must we keep running on a carousel
Goin' round and round and never getting anywhere
On a wing and prayer
CHORUS
Long goodbye
Long goodbye
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(Kix Brooks/Ronnie Dunn/Don Cook)
I'm still hurtin' from the last time
You walked on this heart of mine
I can't find much to believe in
You let me down so many times
Heaven knows how I love you
But I'm tired of holding on
You better kiss me
'Cause your gonna miss me when I'm gone
Not much chance we're gonna make it
If I'm the only one who's trying
You know I'm running out of reasons
And we're running out of time
Someday, girl, you're gonna wake up
And wonder what went wrong
You better kiss me
'Cause your gonna miss me when I'm gone
You're good at going through the motions
All I hear are alibis
Not I get this empty feeling
When I look into your eyes
I don't see a love light shining
I don't know what's going on
You better kiss me
'Cause your gonna miss me when I'm gone
You better kiss me
'Cause your gonna miss me when I'm gone
You better kiss me
'Cause your gonna miss me when I'm gone
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(Brooks & Dunn & Reba)
(Tommy Lee James/Jennifer Kimball/Terry McBride)
If you see him
Tell him I wish him well
How am I doing?
Well, sometimes is hard to tell
I still miss him more than ever
But please dont say a word
If you see him
If you see him
If you see her
Tell her I'm doing fine
And if you want to
Say that I think of her from time to time
Ask her if she ever wonders
Where we both went wrong
If you see her
If you see her
I still want her
I still need him so
I dont know why we let each other go
If you see her
Tell her the lights still on for her
Nothing's changed
Deep down the fire still burns for him
And even if it takes forever say I'll still be here
If you see him
If you see her
If you see him
If you see her
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(Kix Brooks/Ronnie Dunn/Don Cook)
Lipstick letters across the mirror this morning
Said, "Goodbye, baby." You left with no warning
Like a thief in the night, you ran away with my heart
I can't believe my eyes, must be a bad dream
You always said we had a good thing
You never once let on we were falling apart
That ain't no way to go. Girl, it just ain't right
Don't you think that I deserve to hear you say goodbye
That ain't no way to go. Was it all a lie
After all this time, that ain't no way to go
Getting nowhere, I'm tired of thinking
Guess I'll do a little wishful dreaming
And make a whiskey wish upon a star
Train whistle blowing down the tracks
Lonesome sound says she ain't coming back
It's such a cold blow from out of the dark
That ain't no way to go. Girl, it just ain't right
Don't you think that I deserve to hear you say goodbye
That ain't no way to go. Was it all a lie
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(Ronnie Dunn)
She looked so good movin¡Ї ¡®cross the dance floor
Better than the day she left me
Arm in arm with somebody new
Holdin¡Ї hands and laughin¡Ї like we used to
I got my best smile on, but it¡Їs no disguise
It don¡Їt hide the pain in these eyes
I did her so wrong, for so long
Turned my back on her love, now she¡Їs long gone
I did my part, to break her heart
She walked out on me, and tore my world apart
She used to be mine
Oh, she used to be mine
It¡Їs taken every bit of strength that I have
To keep a hurt look off of my face
I can¡Їt keep from lookin¡Ї back over my shoulder
At the lucky man takin¡Ї my place
Oh, if it weren¡Їt for my pride, I¡Їd probably take off runnin¡Ї
Guess what I¡Їm feelin¡Ї, is what I got comin¡Ї
I did her so wrong, for so long
Turned my back on her love, now she¡Їs long gone
I did my part, to break her heart
She walked out on me, and tore my world apart
She used to be mine
Oh, she used to be mine
I did her so wrong, for so long
Turned my back on her love, now she¡Їs long gone
I did my part, to break her heart
She walked out on me, and tore my world apart
She used to be mine
Oh, she used to be mine
Oh, she used to be mine,
She used to be mine
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(Ronnie Dunn)
Out in the country past the city limits sign
Well there's a honky tonk near the county line
The joint starts jumpin everynight when the sun goes down
They got whiskey women music & smoke
It's where all the country folk go to boot scootin' boogie
I've got a good job I work hard for my money
When it's quittin time I hit the door runnin'
I fire up my pickup truck & let the horses run
I go flyin' down that highway to that hide-a-way
Stuck out in the woods to do the boot scootin' boogie
Yeah, heel, toe, docie doe come on baby let's go boot scootin
Cadilac black jack, baby meet me outback we're gonna boogie
Oh get down, turn around go to town boot scootin' boogie
The bartender asks me says son what'll it be
I want a shot at that redhead yonder lookin' at me
The dance floors hoppin' & it's hotter than the fourth of July
I see outlaws, inlaws crooks & straights all out makin' it shake
Doin' the boot scootin' boogie
Yeah, heel, toe, docie doe come on baby let's go boot scootin
Cadilac black jack, baby meet me outback we're gonna boogie
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tall weeds laid flat down
on the hard black kansas ground
sad song in her head kept blowin round
she barely even knew his name
but she like the way he played the game
everybody cheered when he scored that last touchdown
indian summer,
the wonder,
the hunger,
and the sound of distant thunder,
indian summer
tangled in a moment of truth
bottle of wine in a motel room
blue haze circled round the cold gray moon
while the wind chased the leaves outside
passion found a place to hide
late september heat couldnt be denied
oh indian summer,
the wonder,
the hunger,
and the sound of distant thunder,
indian summer
she never even finished school
people like to talk, they can be so cruel
heard california was a place to start brand new
so she left that dust bowl town
sometimes when a long wind howls
i wonder where we'd be if i never scored that last touchdown
summer,
the wonder,
the hunger,
and the sound of distant thunder
indian summer
whoooooaaaaaaaaaaa
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Yes, she blew through the door like TNT,
Put her hand on her hip, pointed a finger at me.
Said: "I'm a whiskey drinkin', cowboy chasin', helluva time.
"I like Kenny, Keith, Allan and Patsy Cline.
"I'm a full grown Queen Bee lookin' for honey.
"Ha-ooh-hoo, aw, play somethin' country."
Yeah, the band took a break,
The DJ played P Diddy.
She said: "I didn't come here to hear,
"Somethin' thumpin' from the city."
Said: "I, I shaved my legs, I paid my money.
"Ha-ooh-hoo, play somethin' country.
"Ha-ooh-hoo, aw, play somethin' country."
Crank up the band, play the steel guitar.
Hank it up a little, let's rock this bar.
Threw back a shot; yelled: "I'm a George Strait junkie.
"Ha-ooh-hoo, play somethin' country.
"Ha-ooh-hoo, aw, play somethin' country."
Yeah, the bartender yelled:"Y'all, it's closin' time."
She got this wild look on her face,
An' said: "Your truck or mine,
"I know a place down the road,
"It's kinda funky.
"Ha-ooh-hoo, all out in the country.
"Ha-ooh-hoo, now, play somethin' country."
Crank up the band, play the steel guitar.
Hank it up a little, let's rock this bar.
Threw back a shot; yelled: "I'm a George Strait junkie.
"Ah-ooh-hoo, play somethin' country.
"Ha-ooh-hoo, now, play somethin' country."
Instrumental break.
Crank up the band, play the steel guitar.
Hank it up a little, let's rock this bar.
Threw back a shot; yelled: "I'm a George Strait junkie.
"Ah-ooh-hoo, play somethin' country.
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(Don Cook, Ronnie Dunn, Kix Brooks)
You picked me up, you shot
me down
You're stepping out all over
town
Drove me back to drinking in
this bar
I found myself a brand new
friend
I'm headed that road again
Working on my next broken
heart
Happy or sad, it's hard to tell
You taught me how to hurt
so well
But when it comes to love
I know my part
I'll play this game that I can't
win
I'll be somebody's fool again
Working on my next broken
heart
I thought all along you'd
Be the death of me
I met one tonight who wants
What's left of me
I've seen that look before
She'll tear my world apart
I'm working on my next
broken heart
I thought all along you'd
Be the death of me
I met one tonight who wants
What's left of me
I've seen that look before
She'll tear my world apart
I'm working on my next
broken heart
I'm working on my next
broken heart
I'm working on my next
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Her Daddy gave her first pony
Then told her to ride
She climbed high in that saddle
Fell I don't know how many times
Taught her a lesson that she learned
Maybe a little too well
Cowgirls don't cry
Ride, baby, ride
lessons in life are going to show you in time
soon enough your gonna know why
it's gonna hurt every now and then
if you fall get back on again
Cowgirls don't cry
She grew up
She got married
Never was quite right
She wanted a house, a home and babies
He started coming home late at night
She didn't let him see it break her heart
She didn't let him see her fall apart
'cause Cowgirls don't cry
Ride, baby, ride
lessons in life are going to show you in time
soon enough your gonna know why
it's gonna hurt every now and then
if you fall get back on again
Cowgirls don't cry
Phone rang early one morning
Her momma's voice, she'd been crying
Said it's your daddy, you need to come home
This is it, I think he's dying
She laid the phone down by his head
The last words that he said
Cowgirl don't cry
Ride, baby, ride
Lessons in life show us all in time
Too soon God lets you know why
If you fall get right back on
Good Lord calls everybody home
Cowgirl don't cry
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(Kix Brooks/Don Cook)
I lost her trail on a Friday night
She was gone before I got home
She'd been getting restless
In that big house all alone
I've been up and down these city streets
For three nights in a row
And lord it's hard to find that girl
When she gets the urge to go
It's kinda like a lost and found
In a border town
Askin' bout a diamond ring
They just look at you
Like you've lost your mind
Say they haven't seen a thing
But I know she's been here lately
I can still smell her perfume
And she gets crazy on a full moon
And I know she'll be coming back
Her car is waiting right outside
But, I don't want to think about
Who's taking her for a ride
And her unpredictability
Is what I love about her best
Lord I've got to find her quick
Before she does something I regret
It's kinda like a lost and found
In a border town
Askin' bout a diamond ring
They just look at you
Like you've lost your mind
Say they haven't seen a thing
But I know she's been here lately
I can still smell her perfume
And she gets crazy on a full moon
She's out there somewhere
Burnin up the night
Somehow I've got to run her down
I'm running out of time
It's kinda like a lost and found
In a border town
Askin' bout a diamond ring
They just look at you
Like you've lost your mind
Say they haven't seen a thing
But I know she's been here lately
I can still smell her perfume
And she gets crazy on a full moon
It's kinda like a lost and found
In a border town
Askin' bout a diamond ring
They just look at you
Like you've lost your mind
Say they haven't seen a thing
But I know she's been here lately
I can still smell her perfume
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(Ronnie Dunn)
I get out on the redneck side every now and then
Call up my baby she comes over and the party begins
She's a slick nickel she's right on the money
I wouldn't give her up for a thousand buckle bunnies
I'm her big cat daddy, she's my little Miss Honky Tonk
She's got my number, knows my favorite songs on the jukebox
Goes to gettin' down like crazy and the whole place rocks
We'll have a few and get to feelin' right
She'll be my queen bee I'll be her neon knight
I'm her big cat daddy, she's my little Miss Honky Tonk
Oh Oh I love her so
Stand back give her room boys and watch her go
She's a looker, heads turn when she comes through the door
A show stopper when she gets to goin' out on the floor
We leave all our troubles and cares way behind us
I feel like I'm a king when I'm out with her highness
I'm her big cat daddy, she's my little Miss Honky Tonk
Oh Oh I love her so
Stand back give her room boys and watch her go
We leave all our troubles and cares way behind us
I feel like I'm a king when I'm out with her highness
I'm her big cat daddy, she's my little Miss Honky Tonk
I'm her big cat daddy, she's my little Miss Honky Tonk
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I don't stop breathing everytime the phone rings,
My heart don't heart don't race when someone's at my door,
I've almost given up thinking you're ever gonna call,
I don't believe in magic anymore,
I just don't lie awake at night,
Asking God to get you off my mind.
It's getting better all the time,
it's getting better all the time.
Yeah I got to work on time again this morning,
This old job is all that I got left,
And no one even noticed I'd been crying,
At least I don't have whiskey on my breath,
Yeah I think I'm gonna make it,
'Cause god won't make a mountain I can't climb.
It's gettine better all the time,
It's getting better all the time.
God I hope you're happy,
Girl I wish you well,
I just might get over you
But you can't ever tell
I always thought I'd do something crazy,
If I ever saw you out with someone else,
But when the moment came last night,
I couldn't say a word,
I stood there in the dark all by myself,
Yeah I could have said a million things,
But all I did was keep it locked inside.
It's getting better all the time,
It's getting better all the time,
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(Ronnie Dunn/Don Cook)
Hello Miss Heartbroke
Sit your sweet self down
It's good to see your dancin' feet back out on the town
Rumor has it you've had trouble with your man
I've had trouble of my own, I think I understand
Chorus:
We'll put out your old flame
We'll build a bigger fire
I'll pick up where he let you down and take you so much higher
And if his memory comes around
And you think you still care
We'll burn that bridge when we get there
Come on let your hair down we'll have us a time
He had his chance with you now all I want is mine
Give me half an hour or just a dance or two
And you'll forget old what's his name and how he walked out on you
(Repeat chorus twice)
We'll burn that bridge when we get there
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(Ronnie Dunn/Terry McBride)
I thought we would always be together
The love we shared was gonna last forever
Once I was your one and only
Now here I sit, Mister Lonely
He'll hold you tonight, but I won't
What's he got that I don't
The one thing I thought I'd never lose
He's got you
Beneath this dark cloud you left me under
Can't sort it out so I'll sit and wonder
Tell myself, "It hurts, don't it"
Now my heart will be forever haunted
He'll hold you tonight, but I won't
What's he got that I don't
The one thing I thought I'd never lose
He's got you
He'll hold you tonight, but I won't
What's he got that I don't
The one thing I thought I'd never lose
He's got you
He's got you
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(Kix Brooks/Don Cook/Ronnie Rogers)
Sun coming up over New York City
School bus driver in a traffic jam
Starin' at the faces in her rearview mirror
Looking at the promise of the Promised Land
One kid dreams of fame and fortune
One kid helps pay the rent
One could end up going to prison
One just might be president
Only in America
Dreaming in red, white and blue
Only in America
Where we dream as big as we want to
We all get a chance
Everybody gets to dance
Only in America
Sun going down on an La. freeway
Newlyweds in the back of a limousine
A welder's son and a banker's daughter
All they want is everything
She came out here to be an actress
He was the singer in a band
They just might go back to Oklahoma
And talk about the stars they could have been
Chorus
Only in America
Where we dream in red, white and blue
Only in America
Where we dream as big as we want to
We all get a chance
Everybody gets to dance
Only in America
Yeah only in America
Where we dream in red, white and blue
Yeah we dream as big as we want to
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(Terry McBride/Monty Powell)
You put your heart up on a shelf
I know it's hard to be by yourself
You need someone that's tur and strong
Baby someone just came along
I am that man
You're trying to find
I am that man
You had in mind
And I'll give you all my love
'Til you understand
I won't give up
'Cause I know
I am
Talk is cheap, it ain't worth a dime
So don't talk to me, just five me some time
I'm gonna show you what love can be
My job won't be done until you believe
I am that man
You're trying to find
I am that man
You had in mind
And I'll give you all my love
'Til you understand
I won't give up
'Cause I know
I am that man
You're trying to find
I am that man
You had in mind
And I'll give you all my love
'Til you understand
I won't give up
'Cause I know
I am that man
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(Roger Miller)
Two broken hearts lonely looking houses
Where nobody lives
Two people each having so much pride inside
Neither side forgives
The angry words spoken in haste
Such a waste of two lives
It's my belief pride is the chief cause in the decline
Of the number of husbands and wives
A woman and a man
A man and a woman
Some can and some cant and some cant
Two broken hearts lonely looking houses
Where nobody lives
Two people each having so much pride inside
Neither side forgives
The angry words spoken in haste
Such a waste of two lives
It's my belief pride is the chief cause in the decline
Of the number of husbands and wives
It's my belief pride is the chief cause in the decline
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(Ronnie Dunn)
When the sun goes down
On my side of town
That lonesome feeling
Comes to my door
The whole world turns blue
There's a rundown bar
Cross the railroad tracks
I've got a table for two
Way in the back
Where I sit alone
And think of losing you
I spend most every night
Beneath the light
Of this neon moon
If you lose your one and only
There's always room here for
the lonely
To watch your broken dreams
Dance in and out of the beams
Of a neon moon
I think of two young lovers
Running wild and free
I close my eyes
And sometimes see
You in the shadows
Of this smoke-filled room
No telling how many tears
I've sat here and cried
Or how many lies
That I've lied
Telling my poor heart
She'll come back someday
Oh, but I'll be alright
As long as there's light
From a neon moon
If you lose your one and only
There's always room here for
the lonely
To watch your broken dreams
Dance in and out of the beams
Of a neon moon
The jukebox plays on
Drink by drink
The words of every sad song
Seem to say what I think
This hurt inside of me
Ain't never gonna end
Oh, but I'll be alright
As long as there's light
From a neon moon
If you lose your one and only
There's always room here for
the lonely
To watch your broken dreams
Dance in and out of the beams
Of a neon moon
To watch your broken dreams
Dance in and out of the beams
Of a neon moon
To watch your broken dreams
Dance in and out of the beams
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(Daniel Moore/B.W. Stevenson)
My Maria don't you know I've come a long, long way
I been longin' to see her
When she's around she takes my blues away
Sweet Maria the sunlight surely hurts my eyes
I'm a lonely dreamer on a highway in the skies
Maria, Maria I love you
My Maria there were some blue and sorrow times
Just my thoughts about you bring back my piece of mind
Gypsy lady you're a miracle work for me
You set my soul free like a ship sailing on the sea
She is the sunlight when skies are grey
She treats me so right lady take me away
My Maria
Maria I love you
My Maria
Maria I love you
My Maria
Maria I love you
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Written by Ronnie Dunn and Craig Wiseman
Old man Wrigley lived in that white house,
Down the street where I grew up.
Mamma used to send me over with things:
We struck a friendship up.
Spent a few long summers,
Out on his old porch swing.
Said he was in the war, went in the navy.
Lost his wife, lost his baby.
Broke when I asked him one time,
"How you keep from goin' crazy?"
He said: "I'll see my wife an' son in just a little while."
I asked him what he meant: he looked at me an' smiled.
Said: "I raise my hands, bow my head.
"I'm findin' more an' more truth,
"In the words written in red.
"They tell me that there's more to life,
"Than just what I can see.
"Oh, I believe, mmm."
A few years later, I was off at college,
Talkin' to Mom on the 'phone one night.
Gettin' all caught up on the gossip:
Ins an' outs of the small town life.
She said: "Oh, by the way, son,
"Mmm. old man Wrigley's died."
Later on that night, I laid there thinkin' back.
Thought about a couple of long-lost summers.
I didn't know whether to laugh to cry.
If there was ever anybody,
Deserved a ticket to the other side.
It'd be that sweet old man, who looked me in the eye.
Said: "I raise my hands, bow my head.
"I'm findin' more an' more truth,
"In the words written in red.
"They tell me that there's more to life,
"Than just what I can see."
I can't quote The Book,
The chapter or the verse.
You can't tell me it all ends,
In a slow ride in a hearse.
You know ,I'm more an' more convinced,
The longer that I live:
Yeah, this can't be; no, this can't be,
No, this can't be all there is.
Lord, I raise my hands, bow my head.
Oh, I'm findin' more an' more truth,
In the words written in red.
They tell me that there's more to this,
Than just what I can see. (More than I can see.)
I believe, whoa, I:
I believe,
I believe. (I believe.)
Mmmmm. (I believe.)
I believe. (I believe.)
I believe. (I believe.)
(I believe.)
Oh, I believe. (I believe.)
Mmmmmm. (I believe.)
(I believe.)
Cr
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